Serena Rosette
“Lie on the bed with your front up,” Mason commands, his voice low and firm, carrying that unmistakable authority that sends shivers down my spine.
I hesitate, my body caught between fear and anticipation, but his eyes are steady—calculating, controlling. There’s no room for negotiation. My breath falters as I shift my gaze to him, searching for any flicker of hesitation, but all I find is unshaken dominance.
“Don’t worry,” he soothes, stepping closer, his presence like a shadow wrapping around me. “I’m not going to hurt you. I just want you to remember how it feels.”
His words settle in the air between us, heavy with unspoken meaning. My heart pounds as I finally lower myself onto the bed, the cool sheets sending a trail of goosebumps over my skin. The anticipation of w
